SEASON 4!!!!

The Chronicles of Koffie Black

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(This is a very interesting thriller that depicts the travails and adventures of an ambitious young Ghanaian turned Forex Trader) 

 

Koffie suddenly felt his energies and high hopes punctured by Rod’s comments. He looked desperately at Kingsley who was already at Rod’s side. “I…I was not…”. “Next time, be early”. Rod cutting him short in mid-sentence and waving airily to one of the big sofas. “Sit down sonny”.  He said. 

Rod Bannister was joined on the ottoman by Aisha, the fair-skinned lady that ushered Koffie into the suite. She sat half- facing him and cuddled his head in her arms, stroking his white beard while Rod grunted and sipped ice cold beer. Koffie looked in the direction of the two cuties playing video game earlier. One, the taller and darker one named Gina, was eating ham and steak with trimmings while the other girl, Ronke slept on the big bed with her face turned to the huge 55 inch Samsung Plasma TV screen. Her voluptuous backside, partly exposed by her undersized bum shorts, faced him. Hmmm, enjoyment! When one had money, loads of megabucks like Rod Bannister, one could indulge one’s fantasies he mused.  He wondered what it would be like to have a curvy chick like Ronke for a girlfriend and what it would look like when she agreed to take off her … 

"You’ve not answered my question, Koffie…” Gary Hughes remarked in his cool Californian voice, clearing his throat a second time. Koffie swung his head right back, a little too quickly, embarrassed that he was caught staring and fantasizing; causing a low ‘snap’ sound in his neck that told him all was not well. A dull throbbing pain on the left side of his neck soon confirmed his fears. He held a hand to nurse the area. “Err…sorry boss, you were saying?” He stuttered. He noticed Kingsley was not in the suite. Gary Hughes was Rod Bannister’s attorney. He was rather pinkish from lack of exposure to the outdoors. He had closely cropped brown hair and green eyes and looked pretty well fed. He was a wealthy man himself because he managed estates for the likes of Al Goldberg, the business mogul and Michael Dell, the owner of Dell computers Inc. He was dressed in a metallic grey three piece suit with a light blue shirt and crimson tie and kerchief. Next to him sat Jo Decker, a Wall Street fund manager. He was a rather large man with a greying hair at the temples. He had big cheeks and presently smoked a fat Cuban cigar.  He was the one who encouraged Rod to check out Koffie. 

Abe Radcliffe, a bookish man barely into his thirties, is a computer programming wizard who is credited with developing a computer program that can read a man’s thoughts. Recently he received a seven million dollar funding from the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) an agency of the United States department of defense aimed at encouraging research and development of innovative military equipment and technology tools for use by the US military.

“Tell me…what percentage profit can you make monthly?” Jo asked for the third time. “Err…about thirty, thirty percent please.” Koffie responded quite confidently. “Did you hear that?” Rod asked almost stupefied, looking around at his seated companions. “What if I gave you a million dollars?” Koffie’s heart missed a couple of beats and started racing…

....to be continued